In '84 I was building sailboats at for Hank Hinckley Jr of Hinckley Yachts in Bar Harbor. We had a contract for a 52' with a base price of about $200k, and the customer had added options bringing it to over $1 million. Hank Jr was a little tight for cash at the time, as the custom Yacht business can be fickle, and his old man had sold the Hinckley brand so he had to build under a different name. This customer handed Hank a check for $100k and said build me a second boat and I'll figure out what to do with it when it's done. Seems the customer could drop $100k as casually as tipping the bartender. The boat shop is a dangerous place, two stories high with boats in cradles and cranes etc, staging and ladders with big power tools everywhere and toxic chemicals wafting through the air. Nothing but careful handling preventing stuff from falling off the boat decks being built etc, and they would shift in the cradles now and then so we'd have to level them up again, by hand, shifting the tonnage with four huge screws per hull. The customer had his three 5-7yo kids running around the shop with a new puppy for days. We were pretty well horrified at the casual attitude, but couldn't tell the kids to stay out because of the big check. Included in the '52 price was a pair of Ruger Mini 14's in stainless, in case of pirates. Sensible enough, that.